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What a Ride
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Love Soaring high
swooping low
down the the valley
of love we go
flying, turning,
twisting, zooming.
Like a flower,
love was blooming.
An exhilirating ride
the entire way
love being known
and out for display.
Without any pausing
nor sudden halting
it only grows stronger
with only minor faulting
never completely ending
always staying true
to even those whom
thought they were immune.
